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"Mm, thanks! That was fun! Always good to fight another dragon, you was really tough to hit!"
She bats playfully at Grrr. "Normally my snacks don't come flying at me like this."
"Yeah I'm Mea Culpa, normally I'm not as dragonny but I wanted to be a dragon when I grow up so sometimes I can do that. I'm tryin to be a adventure captin now too!"
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Crimson and Calathese look a bit surprise by the antics of the fox that just jumped into the acidic maw of Mea.
Crimson shakes his head at the sight before speaking. "Mea, let me help you remove that fox." He then sits down, and using his front limbs, attempts to grab the fox and pull it out of her mouth. "Come along little fox, that is not a safe place for you."
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Yawning and rubbing the back of his neck, Auriea looks at the training ground.
"My my, it looks like there was some fun had out here. Why, I just came back from working with a fellow member to try and find his kitten of a brother and..... Oh hey! Did you find him?!"
Auriea looked pleasantly surprised when he saw the oread again. It wasn't too often that he met another elemental kin outside of a mission, especially during his past few jobs.
Stepping out into the rain, Auriea smiled and held his arms wide as he started to dance in the rain. Starting slowly by moving his arms to his sides then drawing his two kukris, the dancer started to move as the wind and the song of the flute from the roof.
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Calathes looks at the fox in a quizzical manner. "Does anyone here know if someone is missing a fox? Could be a familiar too. Any arcane caster would be sore if they noticed it missing."
Crimson, still large, looks at Calathes, while still holding onto the fox. It will attempt to hold it better so it doesn't bite anyone else.
Crimson growls slightly at the fox before speaking. "We should find its owner soon, can't let a feral little fox run around. Either it will get hurt, or someone else will."
Calathes notices Mea's confusion. "Often enough, when polymorphed, items merge with their body. So if you change back to normal, you should be able to find it."
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Mea grumpily concentrates for a moment before shifting into the form of an imposing pitborn tiefling squeezed into her lamellar armor, with large horns and a mouthful of far too many crimson needles. She's pale-skinned with mixed Ustalavic and Tien features, but with dark-gray mottling around numerous clusters of shiny black scales. She pulls a wand out of her bag and presses it against her face a few times until she's healed up, then pulls out a handful of what looks like reddish strands of bark covered with half-melted chocolate and starts chewing. She sits down and starts watching Auriea dance.
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Blades moving in complete synchronization with the dancer's movements, and with soft steps that hardly made the puddles splash, it seems that the bard was almost in a trance. With a final twirl, Auriea slams his foot down and looks at everyone. Speaking in between slight gasps, the waifish man spoke up.
"Not to ask everyone, per say, but would someone care to spar?"
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As Auriea attempts to land, Leon sweeps his leg away, causing him to tumble over, falling flat on the ground.
And as Auriea lands, he is only pushed further into the dirt by a viscious axe kick to the back.
The pummeling is however not yet over, as Leon continues with a full swing aiming for the Liver.
Leon expects the challenger to rise to his feet. after seeing a lack of movement his eyes go wide and he quickly grabs a potion of cure light wounds from his satchel, wich he administers with all due haste.
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Coughing a bit after being force fed a potion, the Sylph opens his eyes and starts to laugh.
"Well, that ended quickly! By the stars, you hit hard. That, that was fun, until I got knocked down."
Standing steadily, Auriea hobbled his way to a covered pathway and sat back down.
"Oh, if I were more careful, I may have done better. As for you good sir, the next time I spar with you, I hope it lasts longer."
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I know that dancing is your thing, but there is no reason that you can't be effective and stylish at the same time.
Leon starts weaving his body and limbs in wild and sweeping moves.
While not overly stylish, there is a certain practicality to the powerful sweeping moves that Leon is demonstrating.
Look at least let me treat you to dinner, it's the least I can do for being so rough.
Leon obviously feels guilty but he is also hungry for more.
Before that though, would anyone else care to be my opponent?
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A short Tian woman, wearing red monks robes, who has been watching from under the canopy of a nearby tent walks out into the rain. She is wearing a necklace shaped like a shuriken that is dripping some sort of liquid.
"Yuuno take your challenge. Yuuno not know others use style like in Quain!"
Yuuno then takes a stance similar, but decidedly different to Leon's. She smirks and gives the same taunting gesture to Leon.
"Come. Not scared of little woman are you?"
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Crimson notices the fox going limp in its claws.
Er, master? I think the fox is playing dead.
Calathes becomes somewhat surprised by the notice.
What!? Um, okay, lets see...
Calathes nods in agreement. He then puts a hand on his chin and thinks. He then begins casting a spell towards the fox.
He casts detect magic.
And then he focuses with the spell towards the fox.
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Chewing on the remnants of a turkey leg, Arthus returns to the training grounds. Looking about, the dwarf finds Auriea sitting under the eves of a walkway, watching one of the people in the rain.
"Sittin' here because ya lost? Bah, don' feel bad! We all lose from time to time, except fer me! Bwahahahaha!"
With a loud thump, the stout dwarf lifted his legs and promptly sat next to the sylph. Stretching slightly, Arthus looks at the two who are about to spar and shouts, cupping his mouth as so everyone could hear him!
"Yea better no' let the lassie fell ya boy! Or me frien' 'ere is gonna be mighty disappointed!"
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Telessar admires the fencing demonstrations and lunges into his own shadow.
spellstrike - vampiric touch (cl17)
swift - upgrade sword to +5 keen
power attack
Shadow AC - 15, Result - hit
Incorporeal 1/2 damage
20+holy 5+ vicious 10 = 35/2 = 17 slashing to shadow (18 due to inspire)
vicious dmg to Telessar = 3
vampiric touch = 24
The shadow is rent across the midsection, but a negative energy waves courses through the blade restoring the companion fully. The shadow returns the attack.
Telessar AC - 38 (threat on 19), Result - Miss (31 with inspire)
The attack veers upward as the elf sidesteps away. Both combatants return to a guard position and salute.
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A young Garundi girl wearing glasses that seem to be a bit too big (indicated by her often readjusting them), strolls out into the training yard with what looks to be an incredibly misshapen spear in hand and a machete at her hip. She makes her way to the practice dummies, and stares up at the sky, seeing that the rain will part soon. She sighs slightly, and takes up a combat stance holding her weapon just before a swollen point close to the end and her other hand about a couple feet ahead of her first. She then starts practising stabbing the dummy.
She also seems disappointed that it is currently raining.
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Seeing a couple of Leons from the kick, Yuuno gives her head a shake. Upon clearing her vision,...
Yuuno stops when the opponent goes unconscious. She then pulls out a wand, and looks around.
"Someone cast healing? Please use wand."
"Good fight! Will be fun to watch growth. Much potential in you."
Yuuno bows deeply to her opponent, thanking him for the fight.
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Leon grabs the offered hand and stands up quickly before giving all his limbs a shake. He then offers a bow of his own.
A compliment from a senior is always appreciated, would you be willing to be a guest at my dojo? My students would benefit greatly from a more experienced artist than myself.
Leon grabs a lead coin with a flame emblazoned on it.
If you could make it tommorow morning I'm sure my students would appreciate it. It's the third floor at the Irorum, the same symbol is on the door.
Leon turns and walks to a covered walkway to tend to his own wounds and he mubles under his breath :Ugh, she got 2 ribs, this is gonna take a while, better report to the infirmary later.
He quickly pops a smile at the others currently safe from the rain but he has obviously seen better days.
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"Would be honor. Know many better, but they seclude themselves. So few learn our style."
Yuuno drops the coin into a pouch at her waist. She then looks around to see if anything else interesting is going on before walking over to Mea. As she walks over, she snarkily sticks her tongue out in the direction of Arthus.
"Yuuno not leave monastery much before coming to look for brother. Maybe know mother if she live nearby Wall of Heaven, just South of Eryiu Forest. Only leave when brought to be witness to Judge. Always taught 'Lay low the law.'"
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Laughing loud and clapping his hand on a knee at the woman's gesture, he begins to rock back and forth slightly before hopping g to his feet.
"Unexpected from a woman like you, but that be just my observation. Guess I should train meself some students......"
Rubbing his beard slightly, the dwarf laughs a bit and begins to run towards the lodge's front gate.
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Crimson lets out a growl as the fox attempts to climb onto him. Realizing this, Crimson tries to grapple the fox again.
Calathes hovers back about 5ft away from Crimson as he notices what happened. "Crimson, be careful. We do not know if it is a magical fox familiar, or a magical fox person or something."
Crimson growls in return. "Like hell I care right now, I am not something to be climbed!"
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Crimson growls in return. "Like hell I care right now, I am not something to be climbed!"
The fox seems to disagree, slipping out of the dragons claws, running up his arm, down his back, then turning around and running on top of his head. He takes his tail and tickles the dragons nose.
(Grrs vexing climber ability lets him climb on opponents bigger than he is for minor bonuses but mostly for fun)
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Crimson noticing the fox attempting to get through his hard scales to no effect. He somewhat laughs, somewhat growls at the little fox. "Okay, that is enough. Time to stop biting." He lands with a loud thump on the ground and attempts to muzzle the fox.
After managing to make the little fox to stop biting, Crimson turns to Calathes. "Master, what do we do about the fox?"
Calathes shrugs then looks towards any one else that is nearby. "Does anyone know if anyone is missing a fox?"
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Crimson notices what the fox is doing and points it out to Calathes. "Master, it looks like it wrote the mark of the open road."
Calathes takes a look, though it is hard for him to see, he agrees with Crimson. "I believe you are right, release the fox."
Crimson sighs and then somewhat stands up on its hind legs and releases the fox, letting it drop to the ground. Crimson takes a few steps back, And sits back down. "There you go."
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A man sitting in the background watching gets up from the ground in the back with a wry half-smile on his face. He moves surprisingly well given the full-plate he's wearing. He goes to one end of the yard sets a few small targets out at various heights even climbing the wall with no hands to put some up high. He then crosses the yard to the opposite side and draws a bow from his quiver. He begins slowly plunking arrows into targets, eventually picking up speed to where it appears that arrows are firing almost simultaneously.
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Mea replies to Yuuno. "I don't know where she was from, but I 'member she lived in a big house with a lot of girls. Maybe you knew my master though? You fighted kinda the same."
Mea slips into Dragon Style again, then executes a powerful but rusty Punishing Kick to the air in front of her.
"Maybe he was at your monsterary!"
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"Never know. World big place, but small as well. Meet many people traveling on missions, only to see again later in different country. Your master, he worship the Minister?"
Yuuno asks, holding up her holy symbol.
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Seeing the training ground temporarily empty a strange, small, female shadow-creature enters the yard. She is dressed in a shining mithral breastplate, and armed with a lance.
More strange still, she is riding atop a pink four-legged creature. It resembles a child's drawing of a unicorn, with an enormous head, huge, cutesy eyes, and a tiny muzzle. It's multi-hewed mane and tail blow in the wind. Yet even more strange, this creature seems to also have small bird-like wings, making it some sort of bizarre hybrid of a unicorn and a Pegasus.
Alright Legacy, let's go! The wayang shouts, and, surprisingly, the pink creature responds in a feminine, almost child-like voice RIGHT!
With only that warning the diminutive rider and her mount make a beeline at nothing in particular, bearing down on an imaginary target. Then, without warning, the rider shouts something in a strange language, and the creature responds.
The rider and mount work in unison, drastically shifting their weight in a dazzling maneuver. The mount skitters a little under the sudden momentum change, but manages to recover and turn an almost 90 degree angle astonishingly quickly. The two's new course puts them directly in line with a training dummy.
Both attacks connect with the training dummy, but both took care not to damage it, though it looks like the rider could have taken the thing's head off without too much trouble. Riding past the dummy for a few feet, the two eventually come to a stop.
With a honed and practiced skill that reveals her masterful proficiency in riding, the rider dismounts quickly but elegantly dismounts and then turns around and hugs the strange quadruped's neck.
Oh my god, you did it! she shouts in honest jubilation. All those hours spent practicing and you finally did it! Oh, I'm so happy, thank you so much!
Oh, I wouldn't go that far the mount responds. I mean, I almost lost it, I don't think I would have been able to do it if I was moving any faster, like from your haste spell. And I certainly don't think I can do it while flying yet . . . she humbly replies.
Oh, that doesn't matter, that doesn't matter! You did it! The rider replies, still hugging the neck of her mount. I'm going to go buy you a whole bushel of apples, and maybe a few sugar cubes, and a salt lick right now, and maybe tomorrow we'll work on going a bit faster or the flying thing. If your up for it. Tonight, though, we celebrate!
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A tall man wearing a hood to cover a majority of his face emerges from the edge of the field, clapping. "That was some great work you did there!" he shouts, "Looks like practice makes perfect!"
He removes his hood and sports a large smile. Putting down his backpack, he asks, "Do you mind if I practice some of my skills while I'm here? I don't want to be intruding on your space that's needed for skills like that."